gone like the effortless breeze and the hollowed out phrases that follow.
gone like the farewell that is followed by kisses the sun gives the moon and they cross paths
gone like the space between madness and love
gone like my idea of what perfection truly is
gone like the streak of confidence I tried to evolve around
gone like the open and flowing sea that is now a dry population of emptiness
gone like the feelings I assembled in hopes to construct a new being
gone like the bright window of aspirations that so effortlessly stood, now in shatters of emotion
gone will I be when you need me
gone will I be when I'm the only one "left"
gone will I be when the blue bird whispers a telling that you miss me
gone will I be when you say you love me
gone will I be when you finally realize
that I'm gone.